ConfutatisMaledictisFlammis acribus adictisVoca me cum benedictisInfliction of pain burns insideMoments of pleasure frozen in timeI wander amidst the shadesAmongst the tombs of a million deadI sleep beneath the unturned stoneAt witching hour I loose controlInfliction of pain burns insideMoments of pleasure frozen in timeYour prayers won't help you knowYour god is dead, I take your soulThrough the fires we dance alongOur cursed hears bleed, joined as oneThis very hour fail my powerMy pulse beats on the waneFortune's a knave to impale the braveAll weep now for my painDay of wrath, this dayIn forgiveness they prayAccused of a thousand sinsThe gate is closed, yet the flame burns withinI wander amidst the shadesAmongst the tombs of a million deadI sleep beneath the unturned stoneAt witching hour I loose controlInfliction of pain burns insideMoments of pleasure frozen in timeConfutatisMaledictisFlammis acribus adictisVoca me cum benedictis